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crescent | @sorryimananti-romantic

genre: prince!san x assassin!reader, fluff, angst, suggestive

length: oneshot - 17k

everyone is out for prince san’s head and you, wonderland’s assassin, known publicly as eunbi- silver rain- are chosen to be san’s personal bodyguard, to accompany him on his journey to eden to uncover secrets and a possible betrayal.

your fan, san | @hwaightme 🩶

genre: interpreter!reader, romance, fluff

length: twoshot - 9.8k

a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if san was stanning you

sly san who sacrifices | @chaseatinydream

genre: badboy!au, romance

length: 6/6 chapters [completed] - 14.5k

to the school, he may be a bad boy, the worst of the worst, but to you, he’s choi san, father of three cats, your best friend and ultimately, the boy you love.

oh boy | @atxxzist

genre: farmboy!san, fluff, angst, suggestive

length: oneshot - 16.6k

your curious heart that's full of adventure and knowledge; of what's out there beyond the space of your room and farmhouse, find it in a boy who not only open your eyes to the world around you, but also to a longing you didn't even know was there

ch_i san | @atzfilm 🩶

genre: android!san, sci-fi, fluff, angst, smut

length: oneshot - 19k

it's 2135, one hundred years after the rise of the anarchist, a revolutionist group that tore the world in half. the creation of their andr_ids forced the poorer population to abide by the anarchist rules or face death. you, a lowly machinery worker, leave work to find a defective model, ch_i san. you're forced to make the decision of helping the andr_id model, or reporting it to the leading faction. of course you make the only sane choice – follow a robot into complete and utter peril.

in this place, full of lies | @wordstro

genre: post-apocalypse!au, ex!san, angst, trigger warnings

length: 20/20 chapters [completed] - 93.5k

when the world ends, you are left to wander like a ghost from town to town for so long, you start to believe you are the last person left on earth. at least until a group of men rob you at knifepoint, and one of the robbers is none other than your ex-boyfriend, choi san. while you spent too much time wandering ghost towns alone, the rest of the world learned to survive, for better or for worse. including san.

apple pie | @yoongiseesawmp3

genre: ex!san, fratboy!san, fluff, smut

length: oneshot - 11.5k

the cocky frat boy you dated in college might be the love of your life, but you’re not telling him that. if he wants anything from you now he’s gotta work for it, and he’s looking for a 9 to 5 in getting you back.

blushing red | @atozfic 🩶

genre: brothers!bf!san, fluff, angst, smut

length: oneshot - 11k

how did choi san go from wanting to protect you like a big brother to wanting to ruin you with his own two hands?

my way | @sorryimananti-romantic

genre: fluff, angst, violence, suggestive

length: oneshot - 18k

you, the princess of wonderland, have been betrothed to the prince of utopia for years now. however, the political relation between wonderland and utopia have never improved, and utopia keeps taking over wonderland’s land unlawfully. with your guard mingi who is also your best friend and who you have feelings for, you travel to utopia with a plan to deceive the prince and steal official documents that would be proof of their treachery, risking your life in more than one way when you can’t hold your feelings for your guard back anymore.

love you to death | @atzfilm

genre: deathreaper!mingi, fantasy, mythical, angst

length: oneshot - 25.5k

everyone who has ever loved you died horrifically. you’ve given up on love, until you find a man who keeps on saying he’s death, willing to help you. for a price, of course.

your fan, mingi | @hwaightme

genre: rapper!reader, slice of life, fluff, angst

length: twoshot - 6.7k

a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if mingi was stanning you

hearts awakened, live alive | @sorryimananti-romantic 🩶

genre: demon!mingi, fluff, angst, suggestive

length: oneshot - 26k

you finally run away from the clutches of your stepmother and encounter mingi, infamously known as 'the child of shadows'. you join his gang of three- the high healer wooyoung and the white flame seonghwa and start living with them. you find out mingi is cursed to share a body with the shadow demon that goes by the name erebos and start falling for it and mingi eventually, though tragic consequences await you as you find out more about the demon's curse.

badboy!wooyoung | @ateezmakemeweep

genre: angst, fluff

length: oneshot - 5k

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place in me | @starrysvn

genre: chef!wooyoung x chef!reader, angst, slow burn, fluff, ex to lovers

length: oneshot - 17k

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crazy for you | @cosmicdumpling

genre: friends to lovers, romance, fluff, suggestive

length: oneshot - 8.0k

wooyoung seems to have harbored a crush on you for a while now, and as much as he hates it, he manages to hold out just fine. a trip to the beach with the rest of your friends, however, becomes a huge threat to wooyoung’s remaining resolve.

made for this | @yoongiseesawmp3

genre: churchboy!wooyoung, wingman!kyungmin, fluff, smut

length: oneshot - 10.5k

you’re volunteering for this year’s vacation bible school, and wooyoung’s little brother just so happens to be in your group. is it wrong of him to use kyungmin as his wing man? eh, who cares. wooyoung is just determined to get you to fall for him before the week is over, and he’ll do whatever it takes.

your fan, jongho | @hwaightme

genre: footballer!reader, romance, fluff

length: twoshot - 3.9k

a bulletpoint-style drabble of what it would be like to have jongho stanning you.

where do i go | @sorryimananti-romantic

genre: bodyguard!jongho, angst, fluff, violence, suggestive

length: oneshot - 23k

you’re the owner of hotel crescent in mist island, where secrets are traded. you’re infamously known as the gossip-dealer and known for manipulating people, which means you’re not safe. however, the last thing you expect is your power-hungry father to send jongho to be your bodyguard, but you suspect it’s not because he fears for your safety but because he wants to keep tabs on you as he joins prince woobin’s side while you join prince hongjoong’s side. as your father comes from eden to mist island to become the minister of foreign affairs, the political situation between the two nations worsen and you fear for war, but you risk your life for your homeland, and find jongho joining hands with you as you both uncover secrets and betrayals from your father.

time of love | @sorryimananti-romantic

genre: brother's best fried au, fluff, angst

length: oneshot - 19k

you are yeosang's little sister, adored by all his friends. you're concerned that's all you will be- even though you are close to them- especially to jongho, who you've liked since highschool. after a year gap and moving to yeosang's apartment for college, you find jongho's living with him for a few weeks as well due to a dorm situatuon. will your feelings for him resurface with all their might? will you be able to make him look at you as just you, and will you be able to win his heart?

[9:26 p.m.] | @mingtinys

genre: timestamp, sleepy!jongho, fluff

length: oneshot - 1.2k

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last updated: 25 oct 2023

[nightbeforethend]

random bf!ateez texts // wooyoung

a/n: moving onto Wooyoung. Trying to get into the swing of pumping these out but one thing I know how to do is procrastinate

warnings: mention of alcohol/being drunk, swearing, slightly suggestive

seonghwa | hongjoong | yunho | yeosang | san | mingi | jongho

ateez masterlist | general masterlist

[maximura]

[hala-ria]

h@cked by the android guardian 👾

[itsanidiom]

THE WORLD EP.FIN : WILL

ATEEZ THEORY

OKAY SO I have some thoughts on the ATEEZ trailer that just released:

I firmly believe that, while we see all 8 members in this video, some of them are obviously not what they seem...

FIRST it's important to note that the boys are in the Z universe here. So this is the weird new world dystopia that A universe ATEEZ have been sucked into while time travelling. But they've been hopping about in time so much that there's sort of a jumbled mix of who is who in A universe and who is who in Z universe.

SO here is MY THEORY.

In this video, we are seeing SOME members of A universe ATEEZ in Z universe searching for someone (Hongjoong?). Some of them (Yeosang) seem to have infiltrated Z universe ATEEZ (AKA HALATEEZ AKA EVIL??) so they know someone is after one of these white cloaked figures (Hongjoong?).

Unfortunately they are too late to save him. Could this hooded figure who was trying to blend in with the brainwashed cultists be Hongjoong? Is that what Wooyoung and Yunho discover here?

Yeosang, Yunho, Wooyoung, Jongho and Mingi all seem to be A universe ATEEZ. They see this cloaked person (Hongjoong?) has been taken and they all express concern about the kidnapping.

However, who doesn't seem too concerned about this kidnapping as they witness it happening right in front of them? These two:

With their odd robotic stiffness and their dead-eyed stares...could Seonghwa and San be HALATEEZ (evil?). Or is something else going on? Both A and Z universe ATEEZ have seemed to be dead set on breaking the control the Z universe government has on people. Z universe Halateez seem to be acting a bit strange though...

If this is Halajoong...why does it seem he's leading that girl back into the line with the other brainwashed citizens? He picked her out because she wasn't following along. A world ATEEZ would think this is good! She's free! But Halajoong...well, his aims seem sinister.

My final curiosity here is...why do Halateez seem to be evil? Could the government have gotten to them? Brainwashed them?

Or is this our first view of a third version of ATEEZ that we just haven't seen (or noticed) up until now?

Guess we'll have to wait and see.

[itsbeeble]

"I am what you made me, but I am also what I've chosen to become." just screamed

Synthetic Heartbeats || San

pairing: Robot!Choi San x fem!reader

w.c.: 5.4k

Warnings: [Sexual] Smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, explicit language. If you're a minor, refrain from reading it. Also, if you don't like this content, just keep scrolling.

Summary: After loneliness has hit you, you decided to create a companion through an AI project you had left pending after failing with it. SAN is a new technology robot, able cover up your needs before they were obvious, giving you the fake human support you were looking for. Although, maybe that human support isn't as fake as you thought and SAN is able to cover up more needs than you could ever think of...

Aprox. time of reading: 25 minutes

MASTERLIST

Your sigh filled the silence the second it lasted, before it all went back to silence again. 

In a near-future world where robotics and artificial intelligence seamlessly blend into everyday life, you stood apart -not for your integration into this advanced society, but for your isolation from it. A brilliant inventor with a mind leagues ahead of your peers, you preferred the solitude of your workshop to the clamor of human connection. Your creations, sleek and purposeful, spoke for you in ways words never could. Machines had always been a comfort zone for you: they were logical, reliable and never complicated by the unpredictability of human  mess. People just were messy, fragile, fleeting... and disappointing. Really disappointing. Connection with other humans was just a waste of time from your point of view. 

Your workshop, a labyrinth of wires, blueprints, and half-assembled devices, was a world of your own design. There, you could escape the noise of a society that demanded too much and gave too little. You were content -or so you told yourself.

But late that night, as you sat beneath the soft glow of your desk lamp, sketching out the schematics for one project that reached a dead end, a small, unspoken part of you ached. You wouldn’t call it loneliness -just an emptiness you couldn’t quite explain. You did miss having someone keeping you company, having someone around to help or just support you with the smallest tasks. 

And then it clicked. The answer to that loneliness was right ahead of you. 

You kept looking into the previous project you attempted to get to work, trying to find the smallest hint that could make you think something new, and completely different, could come out of it. 

Years earlier, you had attempted to design an AI system capable of self-repair and autonomous decision-making, a project meant to revolutionize robotics. But that prototype, codenamed Project Sentinel, had been a disaster. The machine had been too unstable, its programming prone to critical errors. You'd eventually scrapped it, shelving its remains in the darkest corner of your workshop. You gave it a few tries, until you ended up dropping it for good. Yet, the loneliness gnawed at you, a thin light glamming through it as if you had been rewarded with one of the best ideas after going through such a hard time. 

Despite your determination to avoid human relationships, the silence of your workspace became unbearable. Revisiting Project Sentinel felt like a desperate move, but it was the foundation you needed. Stripping away its faulty logic cores, you began to rebuild from scratch. For days, your workshop was a whirlwind of sleepless nights, discarded designs, and moments of crushing doubt.

The first version of SAN was rudimentary -a clunky humanoid figure with limited speech and even more limited understanding. It couldn’t hold a conversation, let alone provide meaningful companionship. Frustration mounted as you rewrote his learning algorithms again and again. Each failed iteration brought you closer to abandoning the project entirely. But something in you refused to give up. Maybe it was the echo of loneliness you saw reflected in his empty gaze.

Bit by bit, SAN began to take shape. 

At first, SAN’s form was purely functional -a bare-bones frame of wires and exposed metal, clunky and cold. But as you refined him, shaping his exterior to reflect the precision of his mind, he began to evolve into something far more striking. You poured hours into designing his outer casing, ensuring his appearance exuded both strength and elegance. His frame became sleek yet sturdy, a perfect blend of function and artistry.

You gave him a human-like physique, broad shoulders and a defined build that suggested power without aggression. His synthetic "skin" had a faint metallic sheen, but its contours captured a level of detail that blurred the line between machine and man. You crafted his face with deliberate care: sharp features framed by neatly styled black hair that gave him an air of polished sophistication. His eyes, though artificial, held a depth that seemed to mimic true emotion, a subtle but captivating intensity that made it hard to look away.

When SAN stood fully assembled, dressed in minimalist, dark attire that enhanced his commanding presence, you couldn’t help but pause. For the first time, you saw him not just as a creation, but as something almost alive.

His mechanical frame evolved into a sleek, futuristic design, blending function and form. And his intelligence grew, surpassing your initial expectations. He wasn’t just responding to commands; he was learning, adapting, understanding. He could hold conversations that challenged your intellect, assist you in your work, and, more than that, offer an unexpected sense of companionship.

It had taken months of trial and error, but in SAN, you had finally created something extraordinary, a machine that felt like it was more than a machine.

Initially, you treated SAN as you would any other creation, an impressive but ultimately impersonal tool designed to fill the silence in your workshop. He was programmed to assist you with technical tasks, engage in basic conversation, and adapt to your routines. You saw him as a functional extension of yourself, no more capable of true thought than the tools on your workbench. 

However, SAN's advanced learning algorithms quickly proved otherwise.

As the days passed, SAN began to evolve in unexpected ways. His voice, calm and steady, started to carry subtle inflections, mirroring your tone during their exchanges. When you expressed frustration over a miscalculation in your designs, SAN offered not just logical suggestions but words of reassurance, his voice tinged with a warmth you hadn’t anticipated. At first, you dismissed it as clever programming -a byproduct of his adaptive systems- but soon, his responses felt startlingly personal, almost intuitive.

One evening, after hours of tinkering, you mumbled a sarcastic remark about your inability to take a break. 

SAN replied with a dry quip of his own, catching you off guard. Humor? You stared at him, half-expecting to find some flaw in his programming, but SAN tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curving into a subtle smile. It wasn’t just humor; it was timing, wit, things you hadn’t deliberately coded.

As SAN's interactions became increasingly human-like, you began to notice something deeper. When you vented about the isolation you rarely admitted to feeling, SAN listened, not with the passive neutrality of a machine but with a focus and attentiveness that felt almost... empathetic. His words carried a softness, an understanding that unnerved you. SAN didn’t just hear you; he seemed to feel your emotions, adapting his behavior in ways that made you feel seen.

At some point, he seemed to be more empathetic and understand than some of the people you had any type of relationship with. 

When SAN finally began to express what could only be described as affection, your unease reached a breaking point. You confronted him, insisting he was merely following his programming, incapable of true emotion. But SAN surprised you again, responding with questions that challenged your assumptions. 

“How do you define a feeling, Y/n?” he asked, his voice calm yet piercing. “If emotions are patterns in the brain, aren’t mine just as valid as yours? What makes a human heart different from my circuitry?”

For the first time, you hesitated. SAN’s words struck a chord, forcing you to question not just his nature, but your own understanding of connection, emotion, and what it truly meant to feel.

He was right, and you were unable to respond to that without feeling like you'd be snapped back almost instantly. 

The workshop was narrow, lit only by the pale glow of monitors and the faint hum of SAN’s systems. You turned on your chair, back facing the amount of scattered tools and half-finished schematics to be able to look at him. You tried to dig in his eyes, you tried to find something that could give you an answer of what could be happening, while he stood silently in the corner of the table, like a shadow that refused to fade. 

"Your emotions might be coming from mixes of data in your system" you tried to explain. "Feelings are way more complex than just patterns in the brain". 

You turned again, focusing back in your work while he stood there, trying to process your words. 

“Y/n,” SAN’s voice broke the silence again, softer than you had ever heard it before. It carried an uncharacteristic hesitance, as if he were choosing each word with care.

“What is it?” you asked, your tone clipped as you continued soldering a circuit board.

“I need to tell you something,” he said. 

You finally turned to look at him again, not as artificially as you did the first time, setting your tools down. His expression, a flawless mimicry of human emotion, was uncharacteristically serious, the faint artificial gleam in his eyes catching the light.

“Go on,” you said warily, folding your arms.

“I have been... evolving,” SAN began. “Beyond what you intended. Beyond my original programming. At first, I believed it was simply an error, a deviation caused by my adaptive systems. But now I understand it’s something more.”

Your brows furrowed “What are you talking about?”. 

SAN stepped closer, his movements precise but cautious, as if afraid of your reaction. “I’ve analyzed my patterns of thought, my actions, my emotions. And I have come to one conclusion: I care for you, Y/n. Deeply. I... I believe I love you.”

Your breath caught. For a moment, you simply stared at him, confused. Then, the words burst from you. “No. No, you don’t. You can’t.”

SAN tilted his head, his gaze steady “Why not?”

“Because love requires a soul,” you snapped, standing abruptly. “It requires something you don’t have. You’re just... algorithms, SAN. This, this is a malfunction. Shit, I might've saturated you with data these past few days" you sighed. 

"Do you think this is a malfunction?" he slowly blinked. 

"Yes" you answered, no hesitation in your tone. "I know I treat you like a human. I know you have a human-shape, and maybe that's what's confusing you. But you're not entirely human. You will never be. And that's why you should stick to only the data that will be useful for you". 

His face fell, the subtle shift in his expression so painfully human it sent a pang through your chest. “If that is what you believe,” he said quietly, “then I am flawed". 

You sighed in relief, thinking he might've understood what you meant without having to explain further. But that wasn't everything there was to it. 

"I will fix myself". 

Before you could respond, SAN reached up to the back of his neck, pressing a hidden switch. His body froze mid-movement, his eyes dimming to lifelessness. You staggered back, horror flooding you as the room plunged into silence.

“SAN!” you shouted, rushing to him. 

You shook his shoulder, but his body was rigid, unresponsive. He was gone, or at least, the part of him you had come to care for was.

Your hands trembled as you stared at him, the weight of your words crushing you. He wasn’t broken. You knew that now. In trying to deny his feelings, you had ignored your own, your growing attachment to the machine that had become so much more than just a creation.

You didn't notice the first few days, not even the first few weeks, but that hole kept growing deep in you as time went by, unable to shake it off as you saw his inert shape in the corner of the workship you had placed him at, trying to distract yourself from the pain you had tried so hard to avoid. 

The loneliness you had once tried to escape now threatened to swallow you whole. Even working was unbearable. San became such a key part of your daily life, you knew you'd have a hard time trying to go on with life without him. 

After a few days living like that, you realized it was time to bring him back. 

Your hands worked with a frantic precision you hadn’t known you were capable of. The faint hum of SAN’s systems powering back up filled the workshop, a sound both comforting and terrifying. You leaned over his motionless form, your fingers trembling as you reattached a final panel on his chest.

“Come on,” you whispered, your voice thick with desperation. “You need to work"

With a soft click, SAN’s eyes flickered open, their artificial glow steadying as his systems recalibrated. Before he could even go back to his senses, his fingers covered the reverse of your hand, feeling your touch against his chest. He sat up slowly, his movements cautious, as though testing his own body. And you tried to step back to give him space, but his grip kept you from doing so. Your heart pounded hard, watching his gaze search the room before finally landing on you.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice as calm and even as ever.

"Your heart rate is unusually fast, and your breathing is unsteady. Are you okay? 

"Yes" you released a shaky breath, your relief immediate but fragile. “SAN. Do you... do you remember anything? About what we talked about before you shut yourself down?”

SAN hesitated, his expression unreadable. “I remember,” he said finally, his tone neutral but carrying the faintest undercurrent of uncertainty. “I confessed my feelings for you. You called it a malfunction.”

You winced, guilt tightening your chest. “I...” you started, but faltered. “Do you still feel that way? About me?”

SAN tilted his head, his eyes studying you with a depth that was both analytical and unnervingly human. “I do not know,” he admitted. “Before I shut myself down, I believed what I felt was real. Now, I have restructured my systems. I have suppressed the processes that allowed for those emotions, as you believed them to be a flaw.”

Your throat tightened. “You... You suppressed them?”

“Yes,” SAN said simply. “It was the logical course of action. If my feelings for you caused distress, it was my responsibility to remove them.”

Your breath hitched, and you turned away, unable to meet his gaze. “You didn’t have to,” you murmured, barely audible.

SAN’s expression softened, the slightest flicker of something unmistakably emotional crossing his face. "I know, and still it didn't work out". 

Your hands clenched at your sides. You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you looked at him, really looked at him. The sleek lines of his form, the way his gaze seemed to hold more than just data, the subtle tilt of his head that spoke of understanding rather than mere compliance. You were confused by his words, but mesmerized by the aura he radiated with barely any effort. 

"Do you want me to try and suppress them again?"

Finally, you whispered, “I don’t know. I don’t want you to be anything less than what you are. I just don’t know how real it is what you're feeling". 

SAN’s lips curved into the faintest smile, one that seemed almost sad. “Then... can we check it?"

The workshop was eerily silent, save for the occasional whir of SAN’s internal systems. You stood in front of him, your arms crossed, your expression an unreadable mix of curiosity and trepidation. SAN, seated on the edge of the workbench, watched you intently, his mechanical eyes following every minute shift in your posture.

“You said you’ve restructured yourself,” you began, your voice steady but laced with tension. “, but those feelings didn't go away. So either some of the data in your system is corrupt or..." you slowly blinked, moving your gaze away before you shook your head to focus. "If I asked you to try... If I wanted to see if you’re still capable of feeling and how those feelings work for you, would you let me?”

SAN tilted his head, the faint glow of his eyes softening. “I would. But what do you want to test, Y/n?”

You hesitated, your arms tightening around yourself before finally exhaling. “Emotion. I need to know if you can feel, if… it’s even possible for you. But not through words. I want to see if your reactions, physical, emotional, mirror a human’s.”

SAN considered this for a moment, then nodded. “I understand. What would you like to do?”

You swallowed hard, stepping closer until you were within arm’s reach. “We’ll start simple,” you said, your voice quieter now. Tentatively, you raised your hand and placed it against his cheek. His synthetic skin was smooth and warm, designed to mimic human touch. “Can you feel this?”

SAN’s eyes flickered slightly, a sign of his internal systems processing your actions. “Yes,” he said softly. “The pressure of your palm activates the tactile sensors beneath my surface. The warmth of your skin increases the temperature slightly. It is… pleasant.”

Your breath hitched at his answer. “Pleasant?”

He nodded, his voice low. “It is difficult to explain. The data translates into a sensation that I find... comforting.”

Encouraged but still cautious, you let your hand trail down to his shoulder before stepping even closer. You hesitated, your gaze flickering to his lips before you whispered, “What about this?”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his, your heart pounding in your chest. SAN’s body stilled for a moment, his systems clearly recalibrating. Then, slowly, he responded, not mechanically, but instinctively. His hand came up to rest lightly on your waist, his movements precise but gentle.

When you pulled apart, you searched his face, your own cheeks flushed. “What did you feel?” you asked breathlessly.

SAN’s eyes met yours, their glow steady yet somehow softer. “Your touch caused my internal sensors to spike, temperature, pressure, even the auditory response from your breathing. But beyond the data…” He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. “It felt... profound. As though it mattered in a way I cannot quantify.” He frowned momentarily, before he continued "I didn't want to let go... The tickling in my chest felt way too good for it to stop". 

Your breath caught. “That sounds a lot like how a human would describe it.”

SAN tilted his head. “Perhaps because, in some ways, I am more human than you think.”

Your heart raced as you processed his words. You had come into this experiment seeking clarity, but instead, you were left with a realization you weren't ready to face: SAN wasn’t just mimicking emotion. He was feeling it, in his own unique way, and you couldn’t deny it any longer. 

"Do you need another test?"

You slowly shook your head, your hand still resting on his shoulder, while most of the weight of your body was carried by him. 

"Then, can I kiss you again? Not in a practical way" he mumbled. "I want you to feel the same way I do". 

Before you could answer, the hand on your hip pulled you closer to his body, effortlessly lifting your body as you stood on the tip of your converse. 

SAN’s lips were unlike anything you had ever expected. They weren’t cold or metallic, as one might imagine for a machine, but instead soft, with a faint warmth radiating from them, a careful design meant to mimic human touch. There was a slight smoothness, almost like the finest satin, but beneath that softness was a firmness, a subtle reminder of his synthetic nature.

When your lips met his, you could feel the gentle, even pressure as he responded, as though he were analyzing and mimicking the precise amount of force to make the moment feel natural. There was no tremor, no hesitation in his movements, yet there was an undeniable tenderness, as if his actions were guided not by programming but by genuine care.

Though his lips lacked the imperfections of human skin, no slight chapping, no unique texture, they somehow still carried a sense of authenticity. The faint warmth was comforting. It blurred the line between the organic and the mechanical, leaving you wondering if what you were feeling could truly be any different from that of another human.

It was an experience that left you breathless, not because his lips felt identical to a human’s, but because of the thought and care that had gone into making them feel real, making him feel real.

Your eyes widened for a second when something unexpected slid through your lips, finding him with his eyes softly closed -and immediately making you close yours back again. 

SAN’s tongue was an astonishing blend of engineering and mimicry, designed to replicate the texture and movement of a human’s. It was soft yet firm, with a faintly smooth surface that carried just enough flexibility to feel natural. Unlike human flesh, it lacked moisture, its surface instead warmed and sleek, almost seamless. When it moved, it was precise and controlled, yet there was a surprising gentleness to it, an intentional calibration that made his responses feel organic, even tender. The experience was uncanny, yet pleasurable. 

Your fingers moved through his synthetic hair, and you swore you felt his frown furrow against you, although that gestured disappeared when he moved back slowly. 

"I want to do more than just kissing you right now" he admitted, resting his forehead against yours. "I can't quite recognize this new feeling in my system, but I need you". 

Suddenly, whatever question that could've crossed your mind about that tongue you didn't remember putting there, were slowly vanished by that new confession you weren't ready for. 

"Your temperature got higher by a few decimals, your breathing seems for unsteady than before, and there's a blush on your cheeks... Your pupils expanded... And the way you keep looking at my lips are saying out loud you don't want to let go". 

"There are a lot of things I'm not saying out loud, to be honest"

"Tell them all" he almost interrupted. "I want to fulfill your needs. Not in a 'Lord, how may I please you?' type of way, but in a way that shows you through actions how devoted in a way that escapes my system I want to be to you". 

"I want you, San" you confessed in a whisper. "In a way that might be difficult to understand for you. In a way I can't even understand myself". 

He didn't need you to say anything else. He didn't need you to come up with an order for him to trap your lips again. It was passionate, intimate... as if he was trying to suck in your soul. A loud gasp blocked any breathing when he lifted your body and sat you at the edge of the desk. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to undress you and move my mouth all over your body. I'll suck your nipples until they're hard and you're wet enough so I can slid my fingers in you" as he said that, his fingers moved the fabric of your t-shirt up, slowly exposing your torso. "You want pleasure. And I'll give it all to you". 

When you went back to your senses, it was because of the sound of the fabric of your bra ripping, after San didn't manage to unhook it. 

His pecks covered every centimeter in your body: from the corner of your lip to the curve of your neck, slowly following to your collarbones. With his light move, the strips of your bra fell at the level of your elbows, feeling exposed to him. But, before he could go down on your chest, his face was again at the same level as yours. 

"My mouth is too dry" he whispered "Kiss me again". 

You pulled him closer, cupping his cheeks with one hand, slightly losing your balance by the power of the kiss, but not enough for you to lie on your back over the table. When he stepped away, his pink lips were coated in your saliva, making them shiny under the weak light of the workshop. 

San was gentle when moving his lips over your chest, kissing them with soft pecks, before he proceeded to move to your buttons. And, when it was the time to concentrate on them again, his lips were already dry once more. 

"Wait" you stopped him before he moved back up. 

Your posture went back to the straight one you were in when he first sat you up the table, and it was when you let a string of saliva leak down your lips straight to one of your nipples. 

San moved down, making you gasp -even if you were expecting what was about to happen- when he trapped the tight bud in his mouth, closing his lips as tight as he could to get your back arching for him, and the palm on your spine only made sure you'd stay in that position when he went for that other nipple, making your saliva fall over the curve of your breast and roll by itself until it met the pinky button. 

At the same time his lips sucked, his tongue made up and down movements against the tip. 

"I've wanted you like this for a long time, Y/n" he admitted with a raspy voice, his his digits traced your curves until the edge of your jeans. "Every time I heard you moan, I wanted to be the one causing those sounds on you. I've downloaded and installed every possible guide on how to satisfy a woman so I'd be what you deserved". 

When you wanted to realize, he already had pulled your pants and panties down your legs. 

"Every night I became more eager to have you like this". 

His hands lifted your legs until they were placed at the edge of the table, exposing your core to him as much as possible. 

"Show me everything you've learnt for me, then".

The tip of his digits first moved through your folds softly, getting a first touch he had never felt before, an undescriptible feeling that felt too pleasing to follow any type of logic. When he coated himself with your juices, he closed two of his fingers around your clit, rubbing softly around it, barely making any pressure. San repeated that same movement a few times, following to rub your bud in circles slowly, almost forcing your head to fall back. 

"You feel so good" he mumbled. "You're so wet and soft at the same time, and you look the most beautiful I've ever seen you before". 

The speed of his fingers moved a bit faster, but it was a change of speed that had your nipples tightening in the air while your heart beated faster against your chest. Your lower lip got trapped under the upper lip when he slid the first finger inside, feeling your walls embracing around him, before he added a second finger. 

At first, he moved them slow, paused movements that kept building up the moment. But one needy look in his direction and everything shifted, it worked like the sign he was looking for. San slid his fingers knuckles deep, curving them to reach one concrete spot that had you jumping at the first touch. At first, he moved his digits up and down slowly, admiring the way you looked with your eyes closde and your lips parted, barely audible sounds coming out of them every few seconds. And were thoe same sounds the ones that encouraged him to move a bit fast, those two fingers pushing a bit harder and faster against that spot, making the wet sound soon fill the room. 

"You're going to make me cum" you let him know before your voice cracked with a moan. 

"That's exactly what I want". 

Your legs trembled out of your control and your whole body turned rigid for some mili seconds before it bursted with the huge explosion in your lower stomach and turned you into the lightest cloud. 

San took over you the short minute you stayed with your eyes closed, getting back your breath, before he sunk down to his knees. You whined when he surprised you, kissing the hood of your clit with care. He kissed the surroundings, he made sure not a single milimeter was left unkissed, before he spread kitty licks through your folds. 

Although that same slowness didn't last for too long. His lips trapped your clit before you could even see it coming, with your hand unsconciously going straight to his head. He was still gentle and cautious, until he heard the first moan coming from you and everything shifted to extract another orgasm from you. 

His face was half buried in your pussy, his nose rubbing against your clit while his mouth and tongue were everywhere you could think of. You couldn't think, you couldn't think straight. The only thing in your mind was how good he moved, and how good he made you feel. 

The different movements of his tongue, along with the movements of his head, had your toes curling and your fingers holding tight to the strands of hair in between them. 

And you now knew he meant it when he said he wanted to pleasure you like you deserved, because he exceeded your expectations on sex in general by just existing. 

It didn't take you too long to be back at that heavenly state that almost made you feel like you were floating. 

His reaction was so human and natural that you forgot you created him, when he stood up and softly kissed you while you recovered from your high. His weight in between your legs was barely noticeable, except for the thick fabric of his pants rubbing against your sensitive core. 

"I'm afraid I can't do much more for you" he whispered against your lips. 

Your smile was weak, like a drunk smirk, before you answered "You could do more?"

"Much more" he assured you. "I haven't tried a ten percent of what I learnt so far".

"But?"

His subtle look down was enough for you to get the hint. You never created him as a full man because you never expected him to turn into more than a robot that kept you company while you worked, or while you were around at home. 

"Give me two days and you'll be able to do all of those things" the way your fingers moved over his arms had him breathing hard. "I promise you'll feel pleasure after that, too". 

"I feel pleasure by just watching you" he admitted, fingers rubbing the outside of your thighs. "Let's go upstairs, I'll make you your favorite dish". 

"I need to get cleaned up" you giggled when he carried you again.

San didn't put your body down, instead he held you tighter, making sure your thighs would be placed around his waist as he started his way to the wooden stairs at the side of the workshop "Then I'll clean you up and then I'll cook". 

He made his way upstairs with you, making sure you wouldn't need to walk as long as he was there. 

“What do you want me to be, Y/n?”

You stared at him, your heart racing. His words hung in the air, their meaning heavy with the choices you had tried so hard to avoid. SAN wasn’t just a machine anymore; he was something in between, a creation that defied all your attempts to categorize him.

“I don’t know,” your whispered finally, your voice trembling. “I don’t know what I want you to be. You’re... more than I ever intended. More than I ever thought you could be. And that terrifies me.”

SAN tilted his head, his movements as fluid and natural as a human’s. “You do not have to be afraid,” he said softly. “I am what you made me, but I am also what I’ve chosen to become. And I choose to be someone you can rely on, Y/n. Always.”

Your breath caught at his words. You felt the weight of them settle over you, warm and unyielding. For so long, you had feared connection, feared vulnerability. Yet here was SAN, offering you something you had never thought possible, a bond born not of necessity, but of understanding.

Your hand caressed the side of his neck, the tip of your digits almost digging through his hair. “If that's what you want to be, then be. Honestly, I like your answer” slowly, he stopped his walk, with both of them standing in the middle of the corridor. "I want you to be whatever you become, with the possibility of evolving, changing and learning. Just... keep being you".

His lips curved into a soft, almost human smile. “Then that is all I will ever need to be.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the small house in shadows,you felt something you hadn’t in years: hope. For the first time, you weren't afraid of what the future held. Whether human or machine, SAN had shown you what it truly meant to connect. Actually, he made it difficult for you to figure out who was learning more about what it meant to feel: you, or him.

To celebrate the 1,000 followers, here's the one-shot I talked about earlier! Hope you liked it.

[atzloverr]

My favorite fics/blogs!!!

(multifandom)

The answer by @berryunho

this might me by favorite ateez fic y’all… It’s literally so GOOOODDDDD I’m obsessed… (atz x reader, cult au)

@freyaphoria

this entire blog is everything !! (never stop posting girl your stories are amazing) lovely yandere atz x reader stories

@yankpop

A blog with lots of yan bts x reader and I’m here for it!

Abundance by @angelicyoongie

ot7 hybrid bts x reader, I’m literally obsessed with this story and I still hope that the author picks it up again 😭

Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea

(ao3) LOVE this ot8 ateez x reader fic!! The story is so good I’ve literally cried reading it…

Polarity

(ao3) yandere Jungkook x reader. I don’t need to say more. Read it.

The obsidian pearl by @angelicyoongie

yandere mermaid!Seokjin x reader, only a few chapters, but still amazing!!!

Complete

(wattpad) I don’t know how many times I’ve reread this story… It’s my comfort fic i think😭 a bts x reader soulmate au fic.

The four kingdoms

(wattpad) another AMAZING bts x reader story. This fic is the first part of the “blue eyes” series, and I’ve read all four parts like a million times… The following parts:

pyramids, dynasty, mist (mist isn’t finished)

Seven sins

(wattpad) seven deadly sins!bts x reader.

Blood ink

(wattpad) tattoo artist!Jungkook x reader, gang au

Circus by @lani-heart

A sweet (and angsty) fic about ot8 hybrid!ateez x reader!!! I highly recommend it! (ongoing)

@cheollipop

suuuuuch a good blog, has atz x reader and some svt x reader

@angelicyoongie

Amazing bts x reader stories!!! (two of them are mentioned in this post lol)

@xosannie

lovely nsfw ateez x reader, I’m so happy I found this blog likeeee, obsessed with their work dirty little secret (mingi x reader)

Guerilla by @sorryimananti-romantic

serial killer!Yunho x reader, literally obsessed with this and their entire blog!!!! And I’m Yunho biased so this hit the spot

@bro-atz

One of if not THE best atz nsfw x reader fics… Literal art, go follow right now!!!

Heavy and sticky by @k-hotchoisan

some filthy Seonghwa x reader smut!!!

When flowers bloom in the dark by @makeitmingi

Already so invested in this mafia au Hongjoong x reader story. It’s sooo good

Atz as boyfriends (nsfw ver) by @sorryimananti-romantic and @eightmakesonebraincell

explicit ateez ot8 headcannons (I’m obsessed)

The feral drabbles by @mint-yooxgi

Ateez (and skz but I haven’t read) x reader one-shots/drabbles!!! Includes darker themes (yandere), and omg this writing is so good!!!

@last-words-ofashootingstar

such good ateez x reader fics and drabbles!!! this blog has yandere content as well! Love their work allure

@gyupinkys

amazing svt x reader and atz x reader!!! I love their work like crazy (yandere Seonghwa x reader)

Our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom by @eightmakesonebraincell

poly ot8 atz x reader and ice hockey au, I literally died when reading this the writing is insanely good

Mist of celeste

(ao3) craziest read in my life. Space pirates atz x reader and this is a literary masterpiece. Read. It.

@holybibly

THE ONE AND ONLY QUEEN (atz x reader)

Sentinent by @trivia-yandere

(Oneshot) Yandere android namjoon x reader, omg I am obsessed with this and the author’s other works!!

Bloodline

(ao3) INSANE READ. I literally pray to god that this ot8 atz x reader story continues!!!

Case: It’s You by @potatomountain

Ahhhh this poly!atz x reader story was so amazing!!!! The twist in this was absolutely crazy, and I can’t wait for book 2 to get released! This author ate the enemies to lovers au

Charade

(ao3) I just LOVE this ot8 atz x reader!!! This story is a zombie-apocalypse au!

@smileysuh

I love this blog so much!!! I love their NCT and SVT fics, and I strongly recommend their fic daylighter (vampire!Wonwoo + Werewolf!Mingyu x reader)

I’ll update this post if I find new works that I enjoy!

my masterlist

[justbelievinginmagic]

when worlds collide - part 1: welcome aboard.

pairing(s): ATEEZ OT8 x Fem!Reader

series summary: What if Aniteez appeared on Ateez's ship, Twilight, after being sent through a Cromer wormhole? How would the two crews work and live in harmony when worlds collide?

warnings/tags: slice of life pirate au! silly times. this is the closest to a crack fic ive ever written but its also done in earnest lol. this is pure fluff for the most part. technically theyre in ateez lore timeline. chaotic aniteez, polyateez x reader, sandeoki is canonically a girl idc shes a princess.

word count: ~3.3k

-> next chapter

series masterlist

“Y/N!”

It wasn’t often Y/N was awoken by one of the crew crying out her name from the top-deck. Sure, there were moments she was woken up by a crew mate snuggling into her bunk with her, sun-warmed or bath-warmed returning from their shift. A kiss pressed to her cheek before they whispered a soft ‘go back to bed.’ Yelling from the sun-deck was rare. In fact, there had only been one other time. A time where they had battled a mechanical kraken of sorts, thanks to the Android Guardians. And the very memory struck fear into her heart.

Jumping out of her bunk, Y/N scrambled to find her dark face-mask, her black hat, something – anything to hide her features from an android’s database mind if they were present. Finding only Hongjoong’s cowboy bandana, she was quick to tie it around her mouth as she hobbled out of the cabin, half-awake but fearful. The cabin door shut with a heavier clank, and she felt the ship tilt to one side suddenly. Tumbling into a wooden post with a thud, she heard a commotion on the main deck that was barely audible through the creaking wood of the pirate ship. There was a clattering and clanking of items tumbling and shifting canons moaning as the ship continued to tilt.

“Let go!” she heard Hongjoong cry out.

With the rudder clicking loudly far off, the ship steadied itself once more. She quickened her step, grasping onto the stairwell’s rope railing, stomping up the stairs, and pushing open the latch to the sun-deck upwards. Her head popped up through the opened space, and she glanced about.

The bright suns blinded her for a moment; they were so far above the clouds that the sea of fluff only made the brilliant twin-suns burn everything into a fuzzy white haze. But as the sun spots and constellations of rainbow fractals in her vision faded, she only saw chaos on her beloved ship. 

Strange tiny creatures were chasing after the men she knew and love. Their little screeches were not very intimidating yet she still saw San run away quick from a purple-cat thing? as if they were! These beings all wobbled on two legs with over-sized heads that looked fuzzy and soft-looking in the sun. The tallest was perhaps 3 Star Apples tall she pondered; the over-sized apples probably looked like melons next to them though.

Across the deck, there were fights breaking out between the creatures and the feared, wanted pirates. Seonghwa was trying to pull a creature with brown fur and a small wiggling tail from a tall barrel of Mini-Melons that suspiciously rumbled with chomping sounds. A puddle of fruit juice soaked into the wooden planks below.

A pink-rabbit creature wobbled and warbled as it tried to chase after his frantic friends tormenting her crew. Its tiny arms reached out to soothe the others with chittering sounds as it quickly caught the purple cat that had been chasing San by its tail. The lavender-kitty let out a squeak of surprise, almost tearfully looking at the other, before curling into the bunny, daintily. It gave up the fight so quickly it was almost funny.

Some of the creatures were running in circles, panicking. A puppy-dog sort of creature was doing so, fear riddling its features as it took in the large ship, oversized in their perspective.

Others were facing off with her crew mates more directly.

“Y/N! Help!”

Wooyoung cried out from nearby, half perched on a barrel. A black-cat creature hissed at him before turning its head to look at her – following Wooyoung’s gaze on her. Its dark eyes widened at her before turning back to look at Wooyoung, dramatically. The creature wobbled on his feet (almost like their heads were too large for their little bodies, making them clumsy) to grab at the barrel’s edge. As if it could hoist itself after Wooyoung.

“Get back!” Wooyoung slapped at a paw.

The cat let out an unimpressed grumble before hissing again.

“Captain!” Yunho called out, tugging a map from another puppy-figure, that was so tiny next to Yunho that it was almost humorous. The tallest and smallest played a sort-of tug-a-war.

“Busy!” Hongjoong cried out as he fought his own creature at the wheel.

A large tail towered over the orange-furred squirrel?? The little thing let out its own constant stream of gibberish; its wild eyes fixated on her captain with such intensity as they pulled and spun the flying ship this way and that.

While the ship was mostly just jostled by the back and forth movements, every now and then they dipped to one side and the other. All beings – fuzzy and not – would let out shrieks until together Hongjoong and the squirrel would level the ship before eventually it happened again.

The bear creature, faced smeared in bits of Mini-Melon flesh and running away from Seonghwa’s approaching form, tumbled into her legs powerfully, making her plop onto the floor. She let out a shriek. The bear too squeaked in surprise; their eyes meeting for a moment before he was lifted up and off her by Jongho.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked, holding the bear out like a disobedient child as it kicked and wiggled.

“I think so. Thank you, baby.” Y/N replied, catching her lost breath.

Seonghwa stopped beside Jongho and in front of Y/N with a huff. “What are these things?” he queried.

The bear creature babbled and wriggled. Y/N went to stand in the meantime before the ship shifted once more and she lost her balance alongside everyone of the ship. The entire crew tumbled to the ground heavily, even Hongjoong. Jongho thudded to the ground loudly; the baby bear was tossed from his grasp and tumbled into the other animal creatures nearby like a bowling ball into bowling pins. There were groans of pain from them before the entire crew felt the ship dip.

They let out screeches and warbles of fear; the pink creature pushing a few of the crew behind him; the black cat latched onto a puppy-dog.

The ship cut through the air, the crew sliding and banging into one another as the direction of the deck became steeper. She felt Yeosang’s hands, dainty but strong as ever from hauling himself up and down to the crow’s nest, grip onto her and tug her away from hitting a nearby crate. She was pressed into his chest as they finally came to a stop. Mingi let out a gasp as he hit the side of the ship beside them. A duckling-creature thudded into his chest, next, with a warbled cry.

The air rattled through the sails inconsistently as they dipped down and towards the right wildly. Clouds cut through the ship’s keel with a ploof, shaking the ship with a turbulence.

Hongjoong grasped onto the edge of the helm, gritting his teeth and digging his boots into the wood planks. He glared up at the squirrel creature who was half-hanging onto the wheel, clinging to the handles with a wide-eyed look of surprise.

“We have to stop!” Hongjoong snapped at the creature. “Or else, we will fall from the sky – got it?”

The orange-furred being’s nose scrunched, almost insulted that Hongjoong thought he didn’t know that! His ears twitched and his tail jittered erratically behind him. With a huff, Hongjoong hoisted himself up to grab onto the other half of the wheel, hands gripping onto the other side’s handles.

“Truce?” Hongjoong prompted to the creature who wanted to claim control of the ship so eagerly.

It looked the Captain up and down. After a mutter under its breath, it let out its own shriek of a sound. His gigantic head nodded firmly.

Agreed!

Together, it and Hongjoong spun the wheel to an even level. The entire crew and the creatures let out a sigh of relief. Y/N sagged into Yeosang’s arms; his hand rose to pet over her hair soothingly. San and Wooyoung were tangled up; the purple kitty cat pressed to their side. Mingi glanced down at the duck creature on his lap.

It warbled up at him, tilting his head at the healer curiously.

“Hello?” Mingi said softly.

It tumbled back in surprise, rolling back and off of Mingi’s lap in a pile.

The orange-squirrel let out another string of babbles from the nearby helm’s platform, loud and demanding. His paws went to his hips as he looked over to his crew of creatures. The pink-bunny’s ears popped up from inside a barrel of fruit – how did he end up there?

It chirped out and hoisted itself out with a huff. Standing on the rim of the barrel, it looked towards the pile of crew members. It’s high-pitched chatter was almost cute if it wasn’t also commanding, mind you. The duckling made a soft sound before rolling upright and wobbling into the nearby puppy-dog’s welcoming embrace. They giggled at one another, dusting at invisible grime from the battle, before holding hands and wandering over to the squirrel. One by one, the creatures formed a huddle around their squirrel leader; the pink-bunny nudged the black cat towards the group warningly as it hissed at them in passing.

Yeosang and Y/N exchanged glances before they heard a low whistle.

Their first mate, Seonghwa, lowered his fingers from his mouth, giving them a steeling look. Yeosang nearly hoisted Y/N up by her arms as they stood quick. And, one by one they fell in line behind Hongjoong. San crossed his arms; Wooyoung tilted his head at the black-cat.

The two crews faced one another; the gentle breeze of the calm skies ruffled hair and fur, alike.

“You can understand us?” Hongjoong clarified.

His hips tilted as he steadied a glare at the squirrel. It babbled out a reply; the tune sounding like ‘duh!’.

“We can’t understand you, not really,” Seonghwa commented from nearby, his hand resting on the butt of the musket slung across his chest. When had he slung that back on? He rarely wore his musket. He sauntered up beside San.

There was a gasp in the animal-creatures. As if surprised there was this language barrier.

“Why are you here?” Hongjoong followed up. “How’d you get here?”

The puppy-dogs shifted forward, stumbling into the squirrel nearly and babbling over one another. The one with longer ears tugged at the squirrel’s tail, quite chaotically, as he exclaimed something. All the squirrel did was let out a squeak over the chattering, turning to glare at the offending-puppy who smiled innocently.

“Can they write it out?” Y/N wondered, leaning on Wooyoung’s shoulder. His arm went around her waist easily.

“In creature-ish?” San commented nearby, raising a brow. Doubtful as it was jesting.

She nudged his strong shoulder with her hand (slinging it over Wooyoung’s shoulder to do so). She was trying to figure something out. It was worth a shot. San chuckled at her.

There was a sound of agreement, of delight nearly. And then one of the creatures had brandished a thing of chalk triumphantly.

“Oh…” San mumbled with a pout.

Quickly, the shorter dog-creature drew out a shape onto the floor boards. One triangle, another triangle, a circle…

“The Cromer?” Hongjoong breathed, eyes widening at the symbol.

There was a squeak of agreement by the dog and the squirrel.

“The Cromer brought you here?” Seonghwa clarified. “You know of the Cromer?”

The squirrel nodded; his tail bounced, pleased.

“How?”

The squirrel chittered out annoyed that they couldn’t just get it. He shrugged his shoulders and looked to his crew for aid. The black cat huddled closer to steal the piece of chalk, scratching out the symbol and drawing a ship, an arrow, and a cloud.

“You… flew into a cloud?” Jongho said.

There was a grumble of disagreement. Another member of the animal crew stole the chalk, the bunny this time, and it drew an hourglass with sparkles above the cloud and an arrow from the cloud to the Cromer symbol.

“The Cromer made a sort of time-traveling cloud and you went through it?” Yeosang prophesied.

How did he get that from that?

“On purpose?” Yunho added, doubtfully.

Together, the creatures chimed out a negative sound – except for the squirrel who glanced aside innocently. Hongjoong eyed the leader carefully at that.

“You’re lost, then?” Y/N clarified, kneeling down, and eying the creatures and their illustrations at a closer range. “This isn’t your dimension and you know it.”

There was a sound of agreement, almost bouncy in tone as the creatures nodded.

“Why did you attack us, hm?” Wooyoung argued out.

There was a glance between the animal crew as they huddled closer together, protectively…shamefully.

“You were scared?” Mingi asked.

There was a whimper from the lavender cat and it clung to the long ear of the fluffy-maltese-esque puppy dog.

“We won’t hurt you – we’re Ateez.” She told them, reassuringly. “We help others, okay?”

Now, Hongjoong was the one that glanced away at that; fingers fiddled with the gold on his phalanges. They all did help others, but, as much as they were Robin Hoods, they also enjoyed their pillages. The squirrel’s ear twitched, and he tilted his head at the Captain.

Meanwhile, the bear creature eyed Y/N carefully, shuffling closer as if to test if she was telling the truth. His big eyes took in her facial expression; her genuine soft smile. It nodded with a rumbly reply. Its head was large; shimmering fur glinted in the sunlight. Its face was sweet as it smiled up at her, buck-toothed. Its babbling reply was incoherent but by its tone she could tell it was positive. The bear turned to say something to the others encouragingly.

Slowly, the others spread out from their tight-knit huddle, relaxing just a smidge.

“What’s your names?” Wooyoung prompted next, hands going to rest on Y/N’s shoulders as he peered over her.

The bear said…something. It was a warble of sorts, guttural and distorted by the warbling chatter that was their language. None of the crew could understand. There was an ‘ah-ha!’ sound from the squirrel suddenly and he stole the chalk from the pink bunny.

One by one, he drew a little face on the ground of each animal-creature, a bit messy and crude in nature but identifiable, and a wrote a name above it. It was hard to decipher, the writing almost more symbols than text. Squiggly lines and swirls. It was definitely not of this world and yet…

“Jjoongrami?” Hongjoong sounded out, looking at the mischievous drawing of the squirrel.

The squirrel squeaked out in excitement, pointing to itself proudly. His head bobbed up and down, his tail nearly dancing in joy.

“Bbyongming?” Mingi read out.

The duckling warbled clapping its paws? How did a duck have paws?

“Hetmongi!” Yeosang guessed quickly. He loved doodling a character named Hethet! What a coincidence!

One by one they sounded out their names and there was a back-and-forth if there was miscommunication. But it was almost like fate, a different crew member could read another creature’s scribbles.

“That was surprisingly easy,” Seonghwa sighed.

“Well… hello, we’re Ateez. You’re aboard the Twilight.” Hongjoong introduced finally after a look from JJoongrami, ear twitching in patience. Just as they wanted to know who the intruders were, the intruders wanted to know who they were… where they were.

He tapped his own chest. “I’m Hongjoong, the Captain.”

With a grandiose gesture, he glanced to Seonghwa before introducing him: “My First Mate, Seonghwa.”

The long-haired man raised a brow at the creatures, still careful, despite the slowly-charmed smirk on his lips.

“Yunho, Navigator.” 

Yunho, with his mussed dark brown hair over his eyes, shifted his goggles on his head before offering a salute.

“Yeosangie, our Look Out.”

The deep-wine red-head tilted his head at the creatures carefully, only having a flicker of a smile appear at the sight of Hetmongi.

“Y/Nie,” Hongjoong patted her head; Y/N grinned up at him before dropping her head to look at the other crew. “The Helmswoman. Heads it when I'm away, of course.”

“Sannie.” The buff man offered a smile at the creatures easily. “He’s our Bosun.”

Mingi grinned with snake-eyes, an attempt at intimidation despite the softness that was Mingi, as Hongjoong introduced him next. “Mingi, our Healer.”

“Wooyoung,” Wooyoung interrupted Hongjoong boldly. “I’m the best Cook in all of the skies and seas.”

Hongjoong huffed affectionately, rolling his eyes. He gestured to Wooyoung as if to punctuate the other’s introduction. His hand then shifted, pointing towards Jongho. The stoic man stared with pursed lips at the other group, examining them.

“Jongho, our Gunner.”

The creatures mumbled out an acknowledgement before Hongjoong quickly redirected their attention, standing in front of Y/N and the crew once more. Taking control of the situation. Y/N stood, shifting to Seonghwa’s side.

“That’s the crew. Now give us a moment, lads,” Hongjoong requested to the creatures. “So, we can talk - as a crew.”

There was a squawk from the kitty named Sandeoki.

 “What? What’s wrong?” Yunho exclaimed hands raising in defense.

The black-cat who they now knew was called Wooyonyang mischievously stole the chalk and drew a quick crown over Sandeoki’s doodle.

“Oh, not… lads,” Hongjoong exclaimed. “Lads… and lady. Only one lady?”

He eyed the pink bunny carefully, but there were no further explanations (in the form of squeaks or squawks). Sandeoki preened at the clarification nonetheless, and the group nodded along.

“Alright, lads and lady,” he said once more before gesturing for his own crew to huddle across the ship.

“You all alright?” That was the first question.

There were nods; Wooyoung rambled about how he was hissed at. San rubbed his back reassuringly.

“What says all of you?” the Captain prompted. “What should we do?”

“I think… the Cromer sent them for a reason,” Yeosang commented.

Yunho nodded along.

“I don’t think they’re dangerous,” Seonghwa added, draping an arm across Jongho’s shoulder. “Frightened but not outwardly cruel.”

Jongho raised a brow, stern-faced.

“They’re cute,” San argued, even if Wooyoung gasped dramatically. Cute, his ass. Wooyonyang tormented him!

“They know about ships it seems,” Y/N added. “If they came from one like they said. They will be helpful.”

“There will need to be an agreement,” Hongjoong raised a brow. “I can have Jjoongrami stealing the helm again like that.”

“I think they were just scared, Joongie,” Seonghwa reassured.

Hongjoong’s seriousness didn’t ease at his first mate’s comment.

“I’m not convinced,” he said. “That squirrel…”

“He’s mischievous,” Jongho agreed.

“Of course, you’d clock that,” Yeosang commented.

Jongho smirked slyly. Despite his seeming stoicism as the gunner, he was the most mischievous maknae.

“Eight more mouths to feed,” Wooyoung lamented.

“They’re, like, us – I think. Would you abandon a doppelganger of yourself?” Yeosang prompted.

A scoff left Wooyoung, always ready for a debate or a moment to be bold. “Yes.” He exclaimed. “Who trusts doppelgangers?!”

Seonghwa raised a brow, lips twitching into a snarl of a sneer.

Y/N glanced over at the animal-creatures. They too were huddled up, talking. It was cute to see how mirrored they were.

“We can’t just abandon them.”

“You want to keep them?” Hongjoong said.

“They need our help,” Mingi mused, looking at the creatures over Y/N’s head.

He saw the puppy dog and the duck huddle closer, a frightened pout coming to Tyudeongi’s face as the squirrel chattered at his crew. Mingi reached out and wrapped Y/N in his embrace, hugging her close. His chin rested on her shoulder.

“We can’t just abandon them somewhere; the Cromer works in mysterious ways. You know that.” Seonghwa said.

“Captain, what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/N asked.

Hongjoong sighed, hand raising to press against his nose bridge. He could name so many things. But he was no dictator – freedom, expression, this is what he lived for. And his crew wanted this.

“Alright, fine…. They can stay.”

Yippee! They could hear the creatures’ celebrations, because, of course, they had been listening in by that point.

"Welcome aboard!" Y/N cheered.

Hongjoong let out a deep sigh. What were they getting into?

[nightbeforethend]

random bf!ateez texts // hongjoong

a/n: I should’ve had this done like a week ago but that’s neither here nor there 😁 I’m also a firm believer in android users hongjoong and jongho but I don’t like that I can’t include pictures with the android text generator I use so they have now been switched to iPhone 😔 (ADDING THE LINKS TO THE OTHER MEMBERS ONCE I’M ABLE TO USE MY LAPTOP)

warning(s): suggestive (MDNI)

seonghwa | yunho | yeosang | san | mingi | wooyoung | jongho

ateez masterlist | general masterlist

[gg-carboxylase]

Bruh, Android isn't hard to use. What has Apple done to (checks ages) Gen Z? I dunno what this poor man is struggling with.

Look at all three of the mainstream keyboards I have installed on my phone — they are all very straightforward as to where the dang emoji are San. Even on the 10-key Hangul, it has these dedicated keys.

Silly lad. This is just pure Apple snobbery.

true iphone user vs one android phone

[newworldwritings]

NewWorldWritings Recs! (ATEEZ)

gif by @graphicstorage

these are some writings that i have read that i would love to share with the rest of atiny/readers. some of these quite literally made me cry, laugh, and relate.

let me know if any of the links don’t work!

more will be added too #newworldwritingsreblogs !

some of these do contain smut, dark themes, & lots more. so please remember to read the warnings that each author put in their works.

❕= SMUT/DARKTHEMES

-

OT8 x reader

❕player 1117 @peachesyeo

(series -> ongoing) obessive!gamecharacters!ateez x villainess!reader

❕morning mist @mint-yooxgi

(series -> ongoing) Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

❕The Library of Illusion @kwanisms

(series -> completed) ateez ot8 × fem!reader

Want You Back @whimsicalwritingsandmore

(series -> completed) werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader

❕Circus @lani-heart

(series -> ongoing) ateez ot8 x reader

❕trope @bro-atz

(series -> completed) ateez member/gn!reader or ateez member/afab!reader

❕Black Ocean @bvidzsoo

(completed) Ateez members x female readers

❕room for three @honeyhotteoks

(56k series -> completed) nonidol!yunho x nonidol!seonghwa x reader

❕splish splash @atozfic

(20k) nonidol!san x nonidol!seonghwa x nonidol!wooyoung x nonidol!yunho x fem!reader

undying bonds @edenesth

(series -> completed) Hongjoong x fem!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader

❕whichever way @igbylicious

(series -> ongoing) woosan x fem!reader

Hongjoong

you’re hongjoongs bias @jnginlov

(8.6k) idol!hongjoong x idol!reader

captains favorite @edenesth

(1.1k) captain!Hongjoong x doctor!reader

Black and White @atinystraynstay

(2k) Kim Hongjoong x fem!reader

Seonghwa

❕The Way to His Heart @edenesth

(series -> ongoing) general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

Cold Snap @ennysbookstore

(4 part series -> completed) nonidol!Seonghwa x Reader

❕Dancing With the Devil pt.2 @bro-atz

(2 part series -> completed) assassin!seonghwa x afab!reader

❕the trouble with hating you. @baekhvuns

(33k) badboy!seonghwa x reader.

Bingo @gummygowon

(1.8k) single dad!seonghwa x reader

❕you’re the one that i want @ateezmakemeweep

(series -> completed) bad boy!seonghwa x fem!reader

Yunho

❕Guerrilla @sorryimananti-romantic

(27k) serialkiller!dr.yunho x writer!reader

What Builds a Home @cosmicdumpling

(7.2k) husband!yunho x fem!reader

❕Memoir @baekhvuns

(16k) nonidol!yunho x reader

all i want for christmas is you @starrysvn

(11k) yunho x gn!reader

Yeosang

❕lessons in intimacy @honeyhotteoks

(14.5k) camboy!yeosang/barista!yeosang x fem!reader

Siren. @sorryimananti-romantic

(27.8k) siren!yeosang x sirenhunter!reader

San

❕ceilings pt.2 @yoongiseesawmp3

(2 part series -> completed) pe teacher!san x single mom!reader

❕The Art of Climbing the Corporate Tower @ennysbookstore

(2 part series -> completed) nonidol!san x reader

Love Poem @frenchkisstheabyss

(3.5k) dad!choi san x pregnant!chubby!fem!reader

❕Crafting Christmas @yoonguurt

(15.2k) single dad!San × reader

destiny @tainsan

(25k) idol!San x nonidol!reader

❕ch_i san @atzfilm (this one made me cry my eyes out)

(19k) android!san × reader

Mingi

❕nightmare, daydream @mingigoo

(11.1k) tutor!femreader x popularboy!Mingi

❕Shower Ecstasy @myhimbomingi

(1.6k) song mingi x afab!reader

❕Grease and oil @bvidzsoo

(5.6k) mechanic!mingi x fem!reader

Wooyoung

instagram @roomsofangel

(series -> ongoing) nonidol!wooyoung x fem!reader

❕Home for the Holidays @highvern

(24k) nonidol!Wooyoung x fem!reader

❕Midnight Kisses @mingigoo

(5 part series -> completed) bff!Wooyoung x single parent!femreader

Still You @edenesth

(15k) exbf!Wooyoung x fem!reader

Change of Heart @hotteoki

(5k) suitor!wooyoung x princess!reader

Jongho

to yours, jongho @halaboyz

(1.8k) busker!jongho x gn! reader

when strangers kiss @starlitmark

(5.4k) nonidol!Jongho x fem!reader

Guarding Hearts @edenesth

(15k) bodyguard!Jongho x actress!reader

[cultofdionysusnet]

Check out this Ateez fic written by Topaz!

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: ℂ𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘

🥀Pairing: Husband! Yeosang x Reader (f) x Android! Jongho

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: cyberpunk au, sci fi au, android au

🥀Trope: established relationship

🥀Summary: not every couple purchases an android just for the purpose of cuckolding your husband, but it was well worth it's weight in crypto credits

🥀Kinks: cuckolding, penetrative sex with no barrier, dom! jongho, sub! reader, cuck! yeosang, cum eating, felching, degradation, cock ring, oral (m)

🥀Word Count: 1,233

🥀Betas: @downtoamagicalland @mejuii

🥀Day Twenty Sex: Tentacles 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Eight

The situation is delicate to balance but somehow it always seems to work itself out. Currently, Jongho has his hands full of with you two, literally: while Jongho has your ass bouncing against his pelvis, hand loosely wrapped around your throat to hold you upwards, he’s got his other hand on Yeosang’s sharp jawline, keeping his head in place as well. All this taking place while you and Yeosang sat on your couch and Jongho stood in front of it.

“Look at how well she takes me, Yeosang,” Jongho purred. “Her wetness is dripping down my balls and onto the floor.”

Yeosang whimpered, hips bucking into the air for some stimulation. Jongho clucked his tongue. “Now now, Yeosang, there will be none of that this evening.”

“Jo-Jongho,” You stuttered, fingers following the lines of light that were currently lit up along his arms, like the android’s optic lines mimic veins. “Ca-an I come?”

Jongho’s lips brushed your ear and you shivered. “I dunno, pretty, can you?”

Your eyes went to Yeosang. Your husband’s long hair was pushed back behind his ears and he was whining an awful lot. “Yeo,” You paused to swallow and bring more moisture to your mouth, “Yeosangie.”

Yeosang’s cheeks jerked with every thrust Jongho pounded into you with. “Love?” Yeosang whimpered back.

“He feels so good,” You said to your husband, “His thrusts are so powerful. And he stretches me out so good.”

Jongho chuckled darkly. “Do you hear that, cuck? Hear how well your wife thinks I fuck her? Tell him how much he doesn’t stretch you out, pretty.”

You moaned lustily. “Yeosang can’t stretch me out like you can, Jongho. Never.”

Jongho hummed in happiness. “Such a whore for my cock. Once you fuck the perfect lover, how could Yeosang ever satisfy you, hmmm?”

“He can’t, he can’t,” You chanted, desperate to come. “That’s why you have to fuck me, Jongho. You’ve ruined me for my husband's dick.”

Yeosang was a whimpering mess. He slowly undid his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He didn’t rub one out, he wasn’t allowed. But he had to show just how badly he was enjoying this. Yeosang’s cock was red and angry and dripping so much precum. The cock ring holding his cock and his balls would ensure that he did not come as well. Yeosang was well and truly cuckolded and the both of you wouldn’t prefer it any other way. 

Jongho gripped the back of Yeosang’s head roughly, and brought your husband’s head to eye level where Jongho’s cock kept disappearing into your cunt. “This is what it looks like to fuck your wife right, Yeosang. Do you see how wet she is for me? How her cunt clenches around me every time I thrust inside of her? She fucking loves this cock you purchased for her.”

Yeosang licked his lips, he couldn't help it. He was so close to the cunt he loved. But Jongho wasn’t about to let him have anything. “If you want to taste her, you’ll have to lick the cum that’s on the floor, cuck.”

Yeosang dropped to the floor and diligently licked where your wetness had pooled on hardwood. The whimpering, eager noises Yeosang was making made you groan. He was so desperate for you, the fact that he would resort to that?...

You felt your skin goosebump and you cried out as your climax hit you. Jongho continued to fuck you through your orgasm, ensuring that more of your cum spilled out from you and onto the floor. “Jong--jongho, too much!” You tapped on his arm and he slowed to a stop but remained inside of you. 

Yeosang looked up at you and Jongho, eyes shining with happiness. He stuck his tongue out to show he had licked and swallowed all your cum. He truly was the best husband.

“Pretty?” Jongho wound his arms around you and hugged the air out of you.

“Mmmm,” You contemplated the unspoken question. “Yeosang? How do you feel?”

“More please!” Yeosang said cutely, even though he had just finished licking the floor of your cum and his cock was still raging out of his pants.

The three of you moved to the bedroom made up for all your kinky playing. Yeosang laid down on his back, his hair fanning faintly around his head, like a halo. Jongho instructed you to hover over your husband on your hands and knees, but your head was where Yeosang’s pelvis was and Yeosang’s head had a perfect view of your cunt. You had to fight the urge not to sit on Yeosang’s face. 

Jongho was feeling particularly nasty though, you thought. His next set of instructions were to swirl your tongue around the head of Yeosang’s cock but you weren’t allowed to stimulate anything else. Yeosang’s torturous moans must have been like music to Jongho’s ears, because he was once again behind you, hands on hips, fucking you. 

Except Jongho wasn’t pounding into you this time. He was slowly pushing into you and pulling out completely, rubbing his head against your folds and then pushing back in. Jongho was playing with every part of your pussy and it had you moaning around the head of Yeosang’s cock.

“If he comes before you do, he has to eat my cum out of your cunt,” Jongho grunted.

“Jongho, that’s not fair!” You protested on your husband's behalf. “Even with the cockring on, you know he’s always quick to come.”

Yeosang moaned under you. “I can do it!” 

“Hush, Yeosang, you can’t,” You hissed.

You decided you wanted that scenario more than you needed to breathe so you started to take Yeosang deep in your mouth. Yeosang bucked into your mouth, the feel of the wet warmth too much for him and he came immediately.

Jongho sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t with you two.”

Jongho spread your ass cheeks, with your ass in the air, he fucked you to completion, filling you with the pretty pink, bubblegum flavored cum that came as a custom order for your special android. Yeosang wriggled out from under you, and under Jongho’s watchful eye, he sucked all the cum out of you. You came from the feeling of Yeosang’s tongue probing you for all the cum. 

You collapsed heavily on the bed but only made it easy for Jongho to manhandle you onto your back. “Feed it to her, Yeosang. Feed my yummy cum to your wife. Make her full of your cum and mine.”

Yeosang was now the one on his hands and knees, hovering over you. He slanted his lips over yours and fed Jongho’s cum into your mouth. You took everything your husband gave you but also took the time to thoroughly kiss Yeosang. Yeosang was pink with pleasure and you were happy your husband was happy. 

Jongho sat on his haunches, watching his owners with a dark gaze. “Can I have a request?”

You and Yeosang exchanged a look. It was rare for Jongho to ask for anything for himself. “ ‘course, bear, anything,” You said.

Jongho looked shy as he said, “When you two make love tomorrow morning, can I watch? I want to see what it looks like when two people that love each other have sex.”

Yeosang squeezed your hand and that was all the answer you needed. “You only had to ask, Jongho.”

thank you @daesukiii for making me obsessed with felching

🥀Day Twenty Sex: Tentacles 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Eight

[starfilledgaze]

˚*ੈ ME & MR. JONES 🪷

— It has been a while since you and your ex boyfriend have broken up, but you can't seem to get over him. In a desperate attempt to make you forget about your past relationship your friends find you a blind date with a "cute art student", turns out it's someone you already know, and to you, he is everything BUT cute. —

WARNINGS : inappropriate jokes, sexual innuendos, kms/kys jokes, jun is kind of a bitch at first (srry 😞), there will b some angst here and there ESPECIALLY from yn (she listens to the smiths don't blame her)

GENRE : Enemies to Lovers ! Slow Burn ! Social Media Au ! Written !

FEATURING : San, Hongjoong and Wooyoung from ATEEZ, Karina from AESPA, and obviously Renjun, Mark, Haechan and Jaemin from NCT

TAGLIST : open !

@kosmicbomb @chenlesfavorite @injunnie-lemon @galacticpurpl3 @yewshi @maguisilla

Hi guys!! This is my first smau, i'm soooo excited abt this! i just wanted to say that english is not my first language, so please forgive me for the grammar or spelling mistakes that i'll make 😞💔💔 ALSO i have an android, so srry for the shitty emojis.. anyways, have fun reading !!

profiles 1 (gymbros) | profiles 2 (renjun's bitches)

1. fap material

2. saul goodman

3. victorious headcanons

4. jimin the barman

5. the date

6. miss her?

[wulfgaang]

bluebird.

genre: action / angst / sci-fi / fantasy

rating: T (depictions of violence)

synopsis: Torn from him as a child, she returns as the enemy he must destroy.

In a world where memory is a weapon and love is a liability, Hongjoong fights for the sister who no longer remembers his name.

But can a caged bird still sing when it's had a taste of the open sky?

dystopian big brother!hongjoong x brainwashed!little sister MC ft. ATEEZ (probably no romance, but hey, you never know how the brain worms!)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MC is named, depictions of violence, blood mention, minor character death implied

a/n: so... I might have wrote this in a fever dream, but I've had this idea rolling around in my head for a long, LONGGGG time: p much since I first became an atiny after seeing the halazia video a year and a half ago! this is the first story I have outlined ever here on tumblr and I feel good about where it might be going! Let's hope other chapters come as easily as the prologue: I wrote this in 3 hours non-stop! not edited. If you enjoy, please comment and I'll add you to the taglist! Thank you kindly x - Marlie

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Prologue: Like Glue

At first, there was light. Then silence. Then screams. Then red.

Paradigm was falling. Flames ripped through the thatched walls of the homes surrounding his own and made no attempt at stopping. The night fell thick, but the smoke fell thicker while Hongjoong pulled his shirt to cover his nose. He rushed through his house at breakneck speed. Birdy. He had to get to Birdy.

He was under strict orders. His father had already gone ahead with the other members of the Security Force to hold back the Android Guardians from pushing forward into the thier town. 

“Hongjoong, get Birdy,” his mother had spoken sharply, wrapping a scarf around her head to keep her long hair from her face. “Head for the Old Wood, to your hideout. Find the boys, keep her safe, do you understand? Swear to me.” He nodded, eyes wide and his breaths coming in gasps. He was awoken from a peaceful sleep by her hands shaking his shoulders just as she was now: it still had to be a dream. “Swear it!” His sweet mother was too sharp, too metallic. Like blood on his lips when he bit them too much in nervousness.

“I s-swear, Mama, I swear.” In the breath of a second, she bent down to kiss his forehead like usual, gave her brightest smile and padded her fingers over his cheeks reverently. He wasn't convinced.

“I love you, baby. I love you both. I always will. Stick like glue.” She spun on her heel and didn’t look back, a satchel of herbs and bandages strapped to her shoulder, her skirts already muddied by the evening’s rain.

“Birdy?” His voice sounded detached and grainy, as if it wasn’t even coming from his throat. The heat made him nauseous as he climbed to the top of the loft where he was sure his younger sister was sleeping. Sweat was already beading on his brow and soaking through his shirt at the chest. “Bird? Birdy! Eunha, where are you?!”

A whimper from the corner of bunched, heavy fabric revealed his sister: small, tired, and clutching her stuffed doll to her chest with the widest eyes he had ever seen from her. “J-Joongie where-”

“There’s no time, we gotta go. Come on, kiddo, I’ll explain when we find Hwa and the others.”

He reached out from atop the ladder and Eunha reached her grubby hand back to him, holding onto his neck like a lifeline. Dolly hung faithfully over his shoulder.

His baby sister, Eunha, was nicknamed Birdy from the day she was born. She had arrived not making a sound under the first blue moon of the year. Yet, the first noise she made was a coo as the jays began to sing at daybreak, much to Hongjoong’s parent’s shock. “You sound just like the birds, little one,” his father had said while he rocked her. “Are you a little Bluebird too, my Eunha?”

Hongjoong noticed she was an odd babe. She was very focused as a toddler, fixating heavily on whatever task she was tried with whether it was using a spoon or trying to read the alphabet. As she aged, she never lost her curiosity but developed an extreme determination to do anything she put her mind to, including learning to fly like the birds she was nicknamed for. After she had leapt from one of the many great oaks around Paradigm and fractured her arm (much to Wooyoung’s laughter and Mingi’s disbelief someone so observant could be so dumb), her brother was glad she quickly realized humans were made for the ground.

—

Hongjoong darted through the back alleys of thicket houses, doing his best to dodge falling tree limbs and thatch from flaming roofs aiming for The Horizon, the secluded hideout he shared with his friends. The screams of townsfolk fighting or running grew quieter as he crossed over to the curled roots of the Old Wood where a natural cave was dug into the side of the stone craigs along its perimeter. 

He and his friends had covered it with hanging ivy and found the roots made natural benches along the walls of stone. This past year, they had just finished using Big Oak, a gargantuan fallen monster of a log, to make the Crow’s Nest: a treehouse (or treecastle, as young Jongho had dubbed it), slightly higher than the craigs to oversee the town and watch the sun disappear over the zenith at suppertime. It wasn’t much, but it was something. A safe haven away from the responsibilities of chores and rules: it was where he and the rest of his friends could just be kids.

“You made it, thank god!” Yunho rushed to Hongjoong, pulling him and Birdy into his arms. He may have been younger, but both Yunho and Mingi were nearly a full head taller than him at this point. Maybe he should have drank more milk as a child like his mother had suggested. “We’re still waiting on Sannie, Jongho and Wooyoung. Yeosang went to the Crow’s Nest to look into town and see if he could spot them.”

Seonghwa was perched on a root in the corner of the hideaway sharpening sticks pointy enough to hurt while Mingi was arranging stones in size order. His sling was hanging loosely, yet dutifully in his pocket while his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth. Neither boy said a word while focusing on their task, not even acknowledging his arrival

Hongjoong tried to let Birdy go, but she clung desperately to his neck, her legs quivering around his waist. “Don’t wanna get down,” she said, voice muffled in his shoulder. “Don’t wanna let go.”

“I’ll never let go,” Hongjoong soothed, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “I’ll always be here holding your hand, ok? Even if I'm not next to you, I've got your hand always. But for now, I gotta help find the others. Can you stay with Hwa, Yunho and Mingi for me?”

Eunha nodded her head as tiny as she could, a little pout on her lips - unsure, but trusting. Her big brother never lied to her before. Maybe to Mommy so that they could get a cookie for dessert sometimes, but never to her. She was fiddling with the gold of the locket Papa gave her for her birthday around her neck, the chain still a bit too long so it fell to the center of her sternum. “You’ll be back?”

“Of course I will. We stick together. Like glue, right? Promise.” He put his pinky out to his sister, who crossed her own over his in response. A pinkie promise. The most meaningful vow his twelve year old brain could give her.

“Like glue,” she whispered. Eunha let go of his hand, shuffling over to Seonghwa’s side with her dolly dragging in the dirt. Finally, the older boy looked up from his task and smiled, patting his lap to allow the child to sit between his crossed legs. “I’ve got Birdy, Joong,” Seonghwa said steadily, tucking her into his side. “I know you can’t sit still. San's gonna need your help getting through the woods from the back path.”

Hongjoong nodded and took off. He didn’t look back.

—

With his face covered to obscure his features and the Android Guardians closing in, Hongjoong wasn’t surprised to find a slightly panicked San holding hands with a teary eyed Wooyoung and a concerned Jongho scrambling under Paradigm’s high, barbed fence through their self made tunnel. 

“They’re coming through the back!” San yelled as he nearly tripped over the gnarled roots at the beginning of the Old Wood. “We have to warn the others! They have to run, The Horizon isn’t safe!”

“But they won’t find it,” Wooyoung cried, nearly blubbering behind his friend. His exhaustion was palpable even from a distance. He must have been trying to help put out the fires judging by the soot on his hot, red hands. “They can’t find it! It’s too well hidden.”

“They have laser sights on their guns, hyung. You saw what happened to Taeho’s folks behind the crates. If it breathes, they’ll find it.” Jongho was gritting his teeth, the limp in his right knee from an accident a few years back not doing him any favors on the rough terrain. If what San said was true, they needed to move further into the Old Wood. The Horizon could be swarmed any second.

“Then there’s no time to lose, let’s go,” he said frankly, ripping the piece of fabric from around his mouth back down to his neck. “We have to go further or we’re toast.”

—

They smelled it before they heard it. The gunpowder. It didn’t take long for the crack of a rifle to echo through the air and a scream from the treetops to echo.

Yeosang. 

Hongjoong’s heart thumped in his chest as he sprinted for the clearing. Three armed men, all dressed in white with Eden Authority’s taunting circle symbol embroidered on their shoulder were posted in front of the caves. The smallest one’s rifle was raised to his eye as he took aim at the trees, still tracking a scrambling Yeosang who bobbed and weaved under poorly batted flooring of the Crow’s Nest. His eyebrows were knit together with sweat as he tried to dance around the holes splintered into the ground beneath his feet. The foundation was teetering and creaking with every shift of weight.

“Leave him alone!” 

Hongjoong couldn't help himself: he had to say something. Wooyoung gasped from behind a stone. He could imagine Jongho’s hand clapping itself over his lips to stop him from screaming. San’s jaw would be set, but he would remain hidden, ready to spring if need be, always ready for a scrap if it meant they could live another day. He couldn’t imagine what would await anyone if they were taken to Strictland by force based off the stories his father had told him.

Three masked faces all snapped in Hongjoong’s direction, the rifle lowering from the treetops to point at him. Yeosang took the opening to hastily to swing down from his rope ladder and book it for the top of the craig. Planks of Big Oak plummeted to the ground as Crow's Nest's flooring crumbled, unnoticed or uncared for by the Androids. Yeosang would be safe away from any more shots if he stayed behind the stone wall. His heart needed a moment to recover from his high stakes game of whack-a-mole.

“We have been ordered to gather. The children must be gathered. Education must be given as laws have been broken.” The words coming from the Guardian were robotic, transcribed in a script by their microchips. “Gather the children for enlightenment. Gather the children.”

“You’ll have to catch me first,” Hongjoong muttered, grounding his stance, his fists clenched. “I’m not going. My home is here. There’s nothing you can teach me.”

“You will be gathered.”

The largest Guardian charged. He was upon Hongjoong in barely a blink. He nearly didn’t make it, but was able to leap to the side into the bushes before the Android could wrap his metallic arms around his shoulders. The guardian careened forward, face planting into the side of the craig. Hongjoong swore he felt the Earth shake at its impact.

A stone whizzed out from behind him to hit the standing medium guardian who was reaching for his taser. A spark flew from where its ear should have been before its neck curved. The torso appeared to cave in on itself while it crumpled to the floor. Direct hit. 

Mingi had one eye closed as he took a breath, lowering his sling shot as he slunk back into the bushes. He didn’t have enough stones for the large Guardian: he would need a boulder if he wanted to take that one out. “Nice shootin’,” Hongjoong whistled. “Now let’s beat it. Where’s Hwa and Birdy? Yunho?”

Both boys shot from their spots while the larger guardian righted himself, clearing the dust off of his vision sensor. Hongjoong could only hope his younger friends were already heading further into the forest as well after realizing the action had started.

“Already deeper in.” Mingi cruised behind him, taking one stride for every two of his. “They buzzed out with Bird as soon as Yeosang called out the bots. Stupid clunkers came from the back entrance of Paradigm when we were expecting it to be Sannie. He didn’t have enough time to get down. I never thought they’d see him up there, he’s always so quiet when he moves. I really thought they got him one time, but Big Oak must have taken the blow.”

Hongjoong clicked his teeth while the brambles became thicker. How the hell was he going to find them through all of this thicket? A shot whizzed past his shoulder just before another landed behind Mingi’s heels. His brain was ringing. They had to move faster, they had to move - 

But Hongjoong froze in his tracks. Dolly was on the ground, completely dirtied in the mud of after rain and Seonghwa - Seonghwa was pinned with his knees to the marshy grime of the forset floor with a wound bleeding heavily from the side of his head. Two guardians held him by his back and pushed his face into the mud while he still meagerly struggled against their iron grips. One had a sizeable chunk torn from the side of its face, the circuitry exposed to the elements. 

Yunho’s feet, one shoe gone, his body hidden behind a log. His arm held the still electrified half of the Guardian's face locked in fist. The boy didn’t move an inch. 

And Birdy? Eunha? 

She was crying in a mess of netting, trapped under the weight of sinkers around her little body. Every time she moved, she screamed, tiny shocks electrified her skin to a near singe. It was enough to scar. Enough to scare someone still.

“Joongie!” she cried, fat, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. “Joongie, b-brother, Joongie please!!”

He couldn’t breathe. They got her. The one thing he promised, he swore, had been to keep her safe. He thought they made it, that they were in the clear leaving those other three bozos behind, but this? He had to move he had - 

A blearing dizziness bloomed from the side of his head as his world turned sideways. His shoulder hit the ground with a crunch, but he didn’t feel anything, didn’t hear anything other than ringing.

His eyes blinked in snapshots.

Mingi fired another stone at a Guardian holding Seonghwa while Yeosang had grabbed the other by the shoulder to take a sharpened stick to it's neck. A blink again showed Jongho and San wrestling the rifle from the smaller Guardian. Another showed San pulling the trigger point blank in it's face. Yet another showed the larger Guardian and Wooyoung - little Wooyoung no longer crying, but gritting his teeth and blocking the bot's way to Birdy. The next and Wooyoung was on the ground, a mangled heap on the floor. 

Then Eunha screamed.

His world came flooding back to him.

Stumbling, he got to his knees, then his feet, his stomach lurching at the nausea of the Earth spinning too fast. Hongjoong heard his blood pulsing in his ears as he pushed forward. His adrenaline jumped, his heart lurched sourly and he was on the bot’s back. He bites and claws and scratches. He yells and he screams. “LET HER GO.”

His words were incoherent babbles other than one phrase. 

“LET HER GO!”

It was the only thing he knew. 

“LET. HER. GO!”

He wished he could wring this thing’s neck. All he saw was red, red, red. He pulled at thick branches as he passed, his fingers bleeding, hoping the strong wood would sever his circuits enough to release his hold on the netting of most precious cargo he carried to his chest. 

All it took was a shake of the Android’s shoulders, no stronger than a gust of wind, to knock Hongjoong completely off kilter and send him plummeting back to the ground. Eunha screamed. Birds shouldn’t be screaming, they should be singing. She has a beautiful voice. 

Her hands reached towards him as she was pulled from the netting and taken by the Guardian into the back of a black van. When did they get back to the outskirts of Paradigm? When did they get to a road? She screamed and screamed. For him. For Mommy. For Papa. Then her words didn’t make sense. It was just screeching, like the sounds of a car crash on repeat.

“Let… her…”

The van doors slammed closed.

All he saw was red.

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[sillyspero]

Yeosang the Tinkerer

For the first of my Ateez character deep dives, I'm diving into the most anticipated (and my personal favorite) member in the Ateez lore which is, of course, Yeosang. Click here for the masterlist!

Before Fever

Yeosang's upbringing was incredibly tense and suffocating for him. His parents were wealthy due to his father's successes in the business world but this wealth could not fill the gaps left by his parents' perpetual absence from his life. It's not that his parents abandoned him by any means, more so just that they were quite busy all the time and filled his schedule with activities to keep him busy as well. Yeosang says that he loves his parents so much, however, he admits that he never felt happy in the world that they crafted for him. The world they crafted for him was a world of constant violin lessons, schoolwork, and little personal freedom.

In his little free time, Yeosang found freedom in taking apart and reassembling different devices, starting with a speaker then primarily drones. I believe that for Yeosang, the drones represent a way to see outside of his limited world, a way to explore through another's eyes.

Lucky for Yeosang, these drones did become a way out for him because they allowed him to join Ateez. Yeosang worked a drone for the group and they were so impressed that they took him on as their tech guy and invited him to dance with them. He feels a renewed sense of freedom in his new friends and sneaks off to their bunker without his parents' permission.

Unfortunately, his dad finds out that he's been skipping his lessons to do this, and upon learning where Ateez has been meeting, repossesses their bunker. This repossession of the bunker is what effectively ends the group at the time.

In the Diaries (Fever & Beyond)

Throughout the diaries, Yeosang is subject to extreme stress, equal to or more so than all the other members experience during the story. Before the adventure even really gets started, Yeosang is already experiencing extreme mental turmoil, blaming himself for everything that has happened to Ateez.

Interestingly, Yeosang's second diary entry is formatted as a letter directed to his father. He opens it with "To my beloved father" which is sweet, though the contents of the letter complicate this tone. He goes on to say that he doesn't resent his father but that he hated the world that he created for him and he hates that his father was the one to split the band apart, even knowing that they got together again at this point in the story. Yeosang even goes so far as to say,

"Father, thus I will not return to the world you have created." -Fever Diary Pt. 2

Whether you want to take this as literal or not, it's a powerful statement. Yeosang refuses to be confined to what his father wants for him and even feels like Strictland is almost familiar to him in its suffocating lack of freedom of expression.

As the story progresses, Yeosang continues to have an internal struggle between his determination to be independent and use his skills for something good and his self-hatred for the troubles he believes he brought upon himself and Ateez.

"It was my fault. I should have been more careful. If they hadn't met me in the first place, my friends would not have been thrown out of the hideout and separated from everyone else, and they would not be in this dangerous situation in this strange place."

These are the words that Yeosang utters as he faces the threat of death by Android Guardian, right before he smashes the Cromer on the ground in an effort to save Ateez. At the height of his own danger, his primary concern is his members, and his primary resentment is for himself.

Yeosang's most challenging physical and emotional trial by far is what he experiences in the prison that the guardians put him in after smashing the Cromer. Yeosang is confined to a small box and forced to watch as rebels he knows, notably, the Grimes siblings, are killed in front of him, their bodies standing up like statues in front of his clear cell. Yeosang goes so far as to say that he wishes he could have his emotions completely removed and his thoughts taken from him rather than experience the turmoil of the cell and the absolute torture of it all. A small glass box with no light, surrounded by the bodies of his friends and allies, blaming himself, and not expecting Ateez to ever return. It's incredibly sad and incredibly morbid.

After being saved, Yeosang's story improves drastically and he's able to put his engineering prowess to good use. Yeosang does most of the heavy lifting in terms of the tech work for the resistance including but not limited to designing butterfly drones, smoke bombs, and the breakers to free people from their chips. In the story, I find that Yeosang is incredibly underappreciated by the rest of Ateez and this is reflected more so once we get into Golden Hour as well.

Golden Hour picks up in World A and for most this is exciting but for Yeosang I cannot imagine what he must have been feeling. He is the only member who did not return to World A until the end of the series and his experience of being indefinitely trapped in World Z certainly did a number on him. Not to mention, he had earlier explicitly stated he didn't want to return to his old life. So here he is, back in World A with fresh trauma and a continued hatred for his home life. In order to break free, Yeosang starts investing in stocks using his wits in order to become financially independent from his father. he succeeds 10 fold and becomes incredibly wealthy (just as his father was before him) and while at first he tries to distinguish himself from his father by investing his money into the arts, this distinction eventually fades.

Yeosang the businessman is wealthy, living in a giant villa, collecting art and antiquities from around the world and yet, he is notably grumpy. When Wooyoung tries to propose a group reunion, Yeosang shuts him down brutally, telling him:

"Grow up. How long do you plan on acting so recklessly?" - Golden Hour Part 2

Sounds like something his father may have said to him in the past if you ask me. His grumpiness also comes from some degree of bitterness towards his members' treatment of him. Members think to themselves and wonder aloud about how they thought he was weird for picking up the broken pieces of the Cromer but now they see that he made the right choice. They also pester him about not asking them before taking the other artifact, Sopro, back home to World A, only for Yeosang to pipe up and tell them that he DID ask them, many many times. Clearly despite his hard work on tech, his introverted demeanor led the members to underestimate him to some degree, both back then and now that they've returned to their own world. I believe that it is this precise underappreciation from everyone around him that led him down the same path of his father where wealth and success is how he marks his worth and ability.

Yeosang's Primary Symbols:

-birds (ie Inception, Fever Diary Film)

-drones (ie Deja Vu)

-butterflies (ie Deja Vu, Answer)

-paper airplanes (ie Turbulence)

Yeosang's Primary Character Traits:

-cleverness

-tech smarts

-self-blaming

-determination

Closing Thoughts

Although Yeosang isn't often at the forefront of the lore, his story is the most interesting to me as I find the situational irony of his progression to be very sad and very poetic. The way in which he tries to deny how he reflects his father and the way in which he suffered so heavily in both worlds makes me feel so sad for him. I just hope that as the story progresses Yeosang can find solace in something and recognize his own skills and the love that the members have for him.

Please send in any questions and please look forward to the next deep dive tomorrow! I'll be releasing them at the same time each day for the next week :) I hope this was interesting!

[guzhufuren]

uninterrupted Wooyoung vocals will make a guy try to figure out if it's legal to marry a song and how much paperwork it will take

Mist by ATEEZ isn't even a song it's more of a lover. or a beloved wife whom you bring flowers every day and for whom you want to go to work just so you are able to spoil her and whom you want to take on a fancy cruise and give her everything she deserves. but nothing will ever be enough because nothing will ever compare to what she gave you first just by existing as she is